Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2005 16:50:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Banky Edwards
Subject: New Friends At The Beach, Pt. 2
This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two males. If this offends
you or you are not allowed to read such literature where you live, then go
somewhere else.
New Friends At The Beach Part 2
by
Banky Edwards
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It was eleven forty five when the alarm clock rang. I was awake at
eleven forty three. I don't know what woke me up exactly. Maybe it was the
sunlight bearing down on my eyes. Or, the shrill alarm clock screaming
three inches away from my face. I barely opened my eyes, hung over beyond
comprehension. As a matter of fact, I might have still been drunk. I tried
to move, but something was pinning me down. I managed to lift up my head to
analyze what was holding me down. To my surprise, it was an arm.
I followed the arm from my waist and up to the face of its
owner. When I saw who it was, the previous night's memories hit me in the
face like a wave. But, I had no time to react. A loud banging shook me from
my thoughts. I put my head back down on the pillow, feigning sleep.
"Brett! Wake the fuck up! Your alarm won't shut up!"
Wes continued to bang on the door for another ten seconds before
Brett stirred. "Hm? Oh, shit. OKAY! I'M UP!" The banging stopped and I
heard Wes' door close. "Fucking ass..." Brett mumbled, still halfway
asleep. "Banging on my fucking door..."
Brett sighed, his arm still wrapped over my waist. His hand hovered
over my belly button, dangling limply. Only when I began to fight my
growing erection did I notice that I was in my boxers. I could feel that
Brett was in the same attire, but I couldn't revel in the feeling for too
long. I felt his fingers linger on my stomach before the bed shifted and he
quietly climbed out of bed.
I heard him mill around the room for a while before I dared to open
my eyes. There Brett was, naked as the day he was born, standing right in
front of me. He was scratching his head, glancing around the room. "Where
are you off to?" I mumbled. Brett looked down at me, smiling
suddenly. "Morning to you, too, drunky."
"What time is it?"
"Eleven fifty,"
I sat up, head throbbing. "What?!? I had to be at work at ten
thirty!"
I threw back the sheets and forced myself out of bed. As I stood,
Brett blocked my path with his nude body. "Brett! I have to go! They're
going to kill me!"
"Wes called in for you this morning," he said simply. "You're not
in any trouble. They got some guy named Matt to come in for you,"
"Serious?"
He nodded.
"Thank god," I groaned, plopping back down on the bed. "After a
night light last night, I wouldn't have been able to serve anyone
anything,"
"Yeah, last night was fun," Brett said, obviously reminiscing. I
glanced down and noticed that he was getting harder by the second. I
decided to be a little bolder than normal. "Need a little help with that?"
I asked of his erection. He looked down, seemingly noticing it for the
first time.
"Damn. I wish I could," he replied, pulling on a pair of
pants. "But I have to be at work in... fifteen
minutes,"
"That's enough time,"
By now, Brett had pulled on his shirt and some socks. "Jackson,
from what I recall of last night, which isn't much, you are good. But,
including travel time, that would only leave you with ten minutes,"
I slid out of the bed again, this time sinking to the floor in
front of him. I said nothing, but gently placed my hand on his still
tenting pants, looking up at him pleadingly. He sighed, obviously fighting
an inner battle. "Fine, but you've only got ten minutes,"
I eagerly unzipped his zipper and reached inside, pulling his hard
dick out and quickly taking it in my mouth. Brett sighed again, but this
one was a contented sigh. I wasn't taking it easy on him, due to our time
restriction. From the get-go, I was taking the whole piece in my throat,
using my tongue to gently flick the underside of his cock. "Goddamn,
Jack. That feels fucking fantastic,"
I leaned back, sucking on the head and jerking the shaft with my
hand. I felt Brett shudder as he placed a hand on the back of my head. Even
though I had only blown him once, I knew that him grabbing my head was a
good sign. Sure enough, Brett began fucking my face even harder than the
previous night. As a matter of fact, he was moving so fast that I couldn't
help but gag a little. But, I let him continue, enjoying it maybe as much
as he was.
Thinking back a few hours, I remembered what had sent Brett off the
deep end and began humming some random song in my throat. Sure enough,
Brett's legs lagged a little and he sunk about two inches before he could
compose himself. "Fuck, Jack!" I felt the head of his cock begin to swell
and, two seconds and thrusts later, Brett fired off into my waiting
mouth. I slid the load around in my mouth for a while before swallowing,
guaranteeing that I would be able to taste him for a while.
I sat up on the bed, erection plainly obvious in my boxers. Brett's
dick was hanging limply from his zipper as he pulled himself
together. "That was even better than last night," he groaned, looking at
me. He bit his lip, then looked at his watch. "Well, I still have three
minutes, so..."
He pushed me back on the bed and forced my legs apart. "Brett, what
-,"
"Don't ask questions,"
He slid his hands into my boxers and wrapped his fingers around my
dick, making me jump. Before I could protest, Brett began slowly, but
firmly, pumping his hand up and down my piece. "Brett, don't -,"
Before I could finish my sentence, Brett swooped down and placed
his face right over my dick. I was a little nervous that this `straight
guy' was about to blow me, but he did no such thing. Instead, he took a
deep breath and exhaled a warm burst of air right onto my sensitive
cock. Toes curled, lips were bitten, hands grabbed, etcetera. Brett looked
up at me and smiled. "Works on the ladies. Thought I'd try with you, too,"
he giggled.
I don't think it took the full three minutes for Brett to bring me
to orgasm. And, that's saying something because I usually take a while to
be capped off. But, Brett jerked me about three more times before I tensed
up and shot a load all over my chest and stomach. And, Brett's hand.
"Holy fuck," I panted. "That was... interesting,"
Brett gently removed his hand, which was covered in my load. I
thought he would freak out or get upset, but he simply looked from me to
his hand to my stomach and then back to me. Then, he did something so hot:
he began to wipe the load onto his fingers and brought his hand up to my
mouth. I hesitated, but opened my mouth nonetheless. I took Brett's fingers
between my lips and sucked on them just like I had done his dick. Brett
half-moaned, half-laughed at the sensation. He withdrew, dipped his fingers
in my belly button and stuck them back in my mouth. I stared at him as I
sucked his fingers, but he was too preoccupied with watching my lips around
his fingers.
This continued until the entire load was gone and Brett's fingers
were slathered in my spit. "Damn, Jack. You got me hard again," he
laughed, looking down. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, fully
intending to get him off again, but he stopped me. "I can't, silly boy. I
have to get to work,"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Just stay here," he replied, tucking himself into his pants. "I'll
leave the `Do Not Disturb' sign on the door and you can go back to
sleep. I'll only be at work for a few hours,"
I nodded and lay back on the bed as Brett made his way to the
door. When he stepped through, he turned and said something I found to be a
little odd. "Promise you'll be here when I get back?"
I nodded and he smiled.
About two minutes after Brett walked out of the door, I fell asleep
in his bed. And, what felt like two minutes later, a large body landed on
top of mine, waking me from my sleep. "God, you're still asleep?" his voice
asked. I forced my eyes open and found myself eye to eye with Brett, who
was smiling like an idiot. "Have you been asleep this entire time?" he
asked.
"Yes,"
"That's sad. Get up."
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Because it's three in the afternoon."
I rolled over underneath him so I was on my stomach and he was
laying on my back. "Not a good enough reason," I grunted. Brett
sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Perhaps you would like to join
me? Is that a good enough reason?"
Exactly forty-three seconds later, I was in the shower with Brett
on my knees. Yes, yes, I know. He probably suckered me into it, but it
wasn't like I didn't want to. Like I said, Brett was perfect and I got
nothing but happiness out of giving him pleasure. Sure, I kinda wished that
something more would happen, but I wasn't pushing my luck. After all, I had
only met him a little over twenty-four hours ago.
After blowing another load in my mouth, we washed and hopped out of
the shower, having nothing in particular to do. So, we lazed about the
house playing video games or watching movies. Brett was friendlier than
ever, allowing me to lay on his chest or stomach as we watched crappy
daytime television. Just as I was beginning to doze off to the sound of his
heartbeat in my ear, Erin walked in through the patio doors and stopped in
her tracks.
"Aw, don't you two look cute?" she teased. "Like the cover of a gay
romance novel,"
"Hardy har," Brett replied, not moving an inch. "You are oh-so
witty and clever,"
She shrugged, still eyeing us as she moved through the room. "I'm
only here for a second," she called. "Then, you two can move on to your
next fornication,"
I felt Brett jerk. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Erin returned to the room a few minutes later, wearing a completely
different outfit. "Let's just say that stealth isn't you guys' strong
point. See you later,"
She grinned and disappeared, leaving me with Brett. "Do you think
she really knows?" I asked, turning awkwardly to face him. He sighed. "I
really don't know. Don't particularly care, either,"
"But, what about your reputation as a straight male?" I poked, not
really serious. Brett snorted. "I never said I was straight,"
I flipped over, so we were now laying stomach to stomach. "So... if
you're not straight, then what exactly is your preference?"
"I never said I wasn't straight, either," he grinned smarmily.
"You're a dick,"
"And, you love it." I rolled my eyes, making him laugh. "Come
on. Let's go back to my room,"
"Why?"
Brett slid out from under me and stared. "Does it matter?"
True. I jumped up, wrapping my arms around his stomach and
duck-walking back to his room. Brett closed the door behind us and
basically threw me to the floor. He jumped on top of me and roughly yanked
my shirt over my head. I couldn't help but laugh at his attack. "Brett,
what are you doing?"
"If I talk, I won't be able to do it," he said through gritted
teeth, as he was now fumbling with my belt. Or rather, his belt that I was
borrowing. He whipped it off, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder.
He tore my pants off of me, leaving me very exposed, as I had not worn
anything underneath.
"Mm, nice and hard, I see,"
I blushed. "Aren't you going to undress?"
Brett shook his head. "Don't need to,"
Then, he took my cock in his hand and leaned over until the tip of
my erection was in between his lips. I let out a gasp, not having received
anything from Brett so far. He looked up, seemingly amused at my
reaction. Instead of speaking, he leaned over a bit more and took half of
my dick into his mouth. "Oh, fuck..." I moaned. "Brett..."
I couldn't even think of anything to say. Brett had thrown me for a
loop with his impromptu blowjob, but I wasn't complaining. Despite the fact
that he was `straight', Brett performed amazingly. He used his tongue to
flick at the underside of my reddening piece as his lips played up and down
the shaft. I actually sat up on my elbows so I would have a better view of
my dick disappearing between his puffy lips. It was absolutely erotic.
I spread my legs as Brett repositioned himself, now stomach-down on
the floor with his head buried in my crotch. I lay back and placed both
hands on his head, beginning to pump up into his mouth. Every now and
again, I found myself randomly calling out his name, unconsciously
confirming that this was happening.
After ten minutes or so, Brett moved down even further, attempting
to take my entire cock into his throat. I felt his nose hit my crotch and
then he gagged. He pulled back, coughing slightly, looking up at me. I
smiled as he wiped a strand of spit off of his chin. "How am I doing so
far?"
"Fucking amazing," I sighed. "You've done this before?"
"Once, in school,"
Brett seemed appeased with the compliment and went back to work,
trying again to deep throat me. Every attempt was better, but, after five
minutes, he was still gagging when I slid down his throat. Eventually, I
wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do that, but, as soon as I
thought it, he succeeded. I felt the head of my cock move past his tongue
and into the heat of his throat. I bit my bottom lip, groaning in my
mouth. Brett slowly slid off my piece and beamed up at me as he slowly
jerked my rod.
"Was that good?"
"Hell yes,"
"Are you close?"
"Fuck yes,"
"Do you want me to finish you off?"
"God, yes,"
Brett said no more, busying himself with my equipment. It only took
a few more slurps, licks and swallows before I felt my body tense up and
explode into Brett's mouth. He made no attempt to move away as I came,
simply allowing me to shoot in his mouth. After six bursts and a few
dribbles, Brett let my cock fall out of his mouth. My load was sliding down
the corners of his mouth onto his chin, an incredibly hot look for
him. Brett licked up as much as he could, then used his fingers to shovel
the rest into his mouth.
When he finally spoke, I knew that I was in for so much more than a
few blowjobs.
"Hm. So, that's what cum tastes like. Not bad,"
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